The door creaks as I slowly shut it, kissing goodbye to memories I will soon forget. As I walk away from the photos, and tip-toe down the stairs, suitcase clunking behind me, I want to turn back, but knowing better I hold back the urge.

My fingers wrap around the door’s handle, when he speaks behind me. “What are you doing?” I turn slowly, my hands shaking with adrenaline, “I’m leaving.” I don’t dare look at him. “W-what? You can’t leave. Why are you leaving?” His voice unsteady and his cheeks flushed pink. “I’m sorry. I can’t stay without hurting you,” I whisper. He steps towards me, eyes dewy with tears, “But you can leave without saying goodbye? What happened? You’ve changed, Tris.”

I shake my head, “I didn’t change. I just got tired of pretending to be happy.” I want to apologize, but I know can’t. “Go. GO! You’re weak, Tris! Just go!” Chin trembling, I run into the rain, tears leaking and blending in with water. I don’t cry because I’m weak. I cry because I’ve been strong for too long.